Wednesday, April 20, 2011

About my friend A, whose father has never told his other children that he has another daughter.

Blood binds themIgnorance divides themFears and lies hide them from the joys of connectionAnd the likely pains of revelationAlone, detached from flesh and bloodShe aches for a kinship deniedAnd wonders who knowsAnd questions who caresTheir father’s sinFrom ages agoUnconfessed , UnresolvedYet still potent in its power to hurtTo deprive

To connect?Or not?That is the question the breaks the heart.To revealTo concealThat’s the decision that may liberateOr may scatheTwo angels apartOne knowsOne lingers in a hazeOne waits, her wings clippedOne unawareThe man that connects themIn perpetual denialIn a coward’s cloud